"Why sit you so still?
Have you no will?"
I asked the Stone.
"You see I am alone,
And you pity
My infirmity."
Answered the Stone.
"But if you've a will, dear Stone,
You need not sit alone."
Said I.
"I am not you,
Nor you I.
Has it not occurred to you that I am here by choice?"
Answered the Stone.
Baffled though I be
By the Stone's words,
I could not let matters be.
"I know you've a voice,
And thus you've a choice.
Yet surely you are not content,
Where often Earth is rent?"
The Stone shook and cracked.
"Oh dear Stone!
Please don't stay alone!"
The Stone laughed,
"My dear Human friend,
You cannot possibly understand.
So leave me to deal with the land,
Fate will not rest her hand."
The Stone crumbled to dust,
Leaving me alone.
At last I understood.
'Twas not the Stone
That was alone,
But I.
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Mind's Tales
PoetryIf you're one of those folks that think that all poems need to rhyme, I'm sorry. In any case, this is a simple collection of poems. A few of them rhyme. But most of them don't.
